LOVE the CCB. Backstory: Though I have been many times, I have one story that stands out. The Tuesday before my college graduation, I ended up at Crystal Corner for a night of debauchery (which, among other things, involved my boss sucking Jim Beam she had spilled off the bar with a straw #classyplace).
Flash forward to the next morning; I woke up and realized my dental flipper (a la a partial denture-type thing) was nowhere to be found. Missing two teeth and three days to graduation, I of course panicked. I figured that I MUST have left it at CCB, so I swung by early the next morning before they were open. I spoke with who I assume was the owner, who seriously didn't bat an eyelash when I asked, "did anyone find some teeth here last night?". He apologized and then said, "nope," as if it was a daily inquiry.
It's that kind of place. Go. Have fun. Lose your teeth.
(I also once tried to commandeer the intercom they use to announce last call. Didn't get too far. Oops...)